7. The cawing of a crow in the cold afternoon as he called to his friends.
8. The insistent meowing of Rose’s cat, Jake, as Rose and I talked on the phone this morning.
9. The ringing hammer sounds of someone doing carpentry as I drove down the street.
All three sounds were heard, but, also, in a sense, overheard, since the exchanges were crow-to-crow, Jake-to-Rose, and tool-to-wood. Anyway, that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it. And I sincerely hope I don’t have to think so hard about tomorrow’s gifts!
Good night from Jake the Cat (aka Jake-A-Roni-Roonie) and me.